Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A curse or plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood's spark to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
Melt into the tone.

An elder arose
From blood fallow battlefields
With orders at urgent voice
And reasoning as shields.

And words it were
As he spoke of
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his fever upon my hand.

Then were risen by the brave
As for me I a twig towards the skies.

And no one would
One's eyes as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire to burdening air.

While two in brawl for the
A with grins on stainless cheeks
In watching in conceal
of the bleak.

At startled,
Dismay had dropped my
I turned the fireside
And the last sparks of the
Lit the my paths with wings
Sensing me and my Three Kings.